Personal Narrative Fiction

Seraphina shifted her wings closer to her back, looking around

as she walked down the empty street. Her wings, usually a mixture of dark brown and dirty blond, were covered in dust and mud. She couldn't wash them herself, she needed someone else to help and ever since she left the flock, she had no one to help clean them. Her flock had kicked her out after she had helped a demon, which was strictly forbidden. She had been on the run ever since then, too scared to show anyone or use her wings. She finally sighed and pulled off her leather jacket, letting her wings stretch out as she walked down the empty road. She smiled slightly and began humming, breaking the deafening silence around her as she thought about where she was going next, her wings stretched out across the road. She continued walking until she saw a bright light and felt the cool metal of a car hit her hip, throwing her off balance and to the concrete as she cried out, landing on her wing and hearing a loud snap. She laid out dazed until she heard a voice above her and a gentle hand nudging her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Sam's manly yet concerned voice asked the girl lying flat on her back in the middle of the road, her eyelids fluttered in response.

Sam flicked his brown hair out of the way of his left eye. The girl tried to open her mouth to say she was okay, but nothing came out so she just nodded her head slowly. sam slid his long fingers into the girl's jeans trying to find some sort of identification of her. The girl started batting her legs as much as she could frantically. Sam startled, fell on his back. A black impala pulled up next to sam, it's engine rumbling. Sam's older brother dean stepped out of the car with a sarcastic grin on his face. "Trying to get some action with an innocent chick who can't help herself

Sammy?"

Sam gave his brother a are you kidding me type of look. "I'm trying to find some kind of ID on her." Sam continued to look finding nothing. Then he turned her on her back, his face turned very surprised. "Dean look. She has wings on her back. What do kind of monster do you think she is?" "I don't know, never seen anything like it." "What do you think we should do with her?" "Well we just can't leave her here." Sam and Dean argued about how to deal with her. Sam won the argument and they ended up taking her back to the bunker of the Men of Letters. There Sam treated her her wounds. He was unsure how to treat her wings though, he made a makeshift slpilt and gently wrapped them up.

The girl had been still this whole time. She finally opened her eyes again after sam had finished wrapping her wings. "Who are you?" The girl managed to ask. "I'm sam and this is my brother dean." Sam answered. The girl's eyes widened in surprise. "You two are in danger, you two are the reason i'm here," the girl said before she passed out again.

Sam and Dean waited patiently for the girl to wake up. Finally after several hours she wakened to Sam and Dean asleep in the chairs they were sitting in. Seraphina wandered around the bunker, looking in and out of the rooms that were there. She noted that one of the two liked classic rock. Sam and Dean woke to the smell of something wonderful being cooked. As they walked into they saw Seraphina cooking what looked like breakfast. "Whatever it is that you're making smells good." Sam said. "Thanks I wasn't sure if it was time for dinner or breakfast so I made breakfast. Cause who doesn't love breakfast for dinner." Seraphina said with a smile. "Look she even made coffee." Dean said. "If you want, you can sit at the table I have the food almost done." Sam and Dean sat at the table and Seraphina served them. She then took at seat next to Dean. Sam and Dean started eating, about half way through Seraphina said "I want to say thank you to the person who bandage my wings." Sam smiled " it wasn't too hard, I didn't want to hurt you, so I didn't wrap them too tight." "Why are you here? You said we were in danger." Dean said with a puzzling and anger look on his face. "Well I guess to put it simply Randgrid and his armies will be coming after you two. He says he wants your heads served to him on a silver platter." Sam sat with a fearful and shocked look. Dean angrily shouted "Who is this Randgrid bastard, what does he have to do with us." Seraphina sat quietly for a couple of minutes, gathering her thoughts. Finally she said "it all started with your father. John Winchester killed Randgrid father, Ölrún, ever since then Randgrid swore he would get his revenge on John. But since John has now passed away he has decided that you two would work instead."

"So your telling me that some asshole we have never met, has a vendetta against us." Dean was getting angier by the second. "Dean calm down." Said Sam. "How the hell do you expect me to calm down." Dean was furious by this point. "Some dickbag we have never met wants us dead, Sam, dead." "Dean I know but we have to think about how to kill him instead of getting angry. So what are you exactly?" Sam asked Seraphina."I'm a valkyrie. We are winged beings sent to help warriors find their way to Valhalla. But Ölrún convinced the other valkyries that we needed to stray from our original paths. He wanted us to kill humans. I wouldn't do it and so I was banished for it. But when I heard of what Randgrid was plotting I knew I had to find you guys no matter what the costs were."